"For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth." - Isaiah 21:6 Like millions of others, To Kill a Mockingbird was the first book that reached out and grabbed me. Because of the bond I developed in 1979 in my 8th grade English class with this … Continue reading Watchman
Sunday
When I am on the farm I enjoy the short window of time as the sun comes up and the horses are still in the field. That is when I take some of my best photos of the farm and boys. August 2020 My Dad keeps the horses on a 12 & 12 schedule, meaning … Continue reading Sunday
Savor
Every summer love story had the moment of good bye at the end of summer; the moment young lovers try to savor because it will be a while before they are together again. My summer movie is drawing to a close as soon the golden light will leave until spring. Though I am not a … Continue reading Savor
Hidden Like, Harpeth River State Park, Nashville, Tennessee
Every summer I have the fantasy of running away to the cool mountains to spend my days swimming and my nights dancing. There is no work for me, just relaxing at a quaint, rustic resort where carrying a watermelon up steps cut into a steep hillside is also my entry into a party. I call … Continue reading Hidden Like, Harpeth River State Park, Nashville, Tennessee
Good Dog: The Brave Huntress
It was a non-blistering, midsummer Saturday in Kentucky when Dad parked the trailer in his usual spot at the trailhead. As I was helping unload the horses, I noticed a very happy, young beagle coming through the parking area towards me. There was only one other group in the lot, so I assumed it was … Continue reading Good Dog: The Brave Huntress
Hope
Today was the first day of early voting in Nashville. Because Tennessee would not accept COVID as as acceptable reason to receive a mail in ballot, I was committed to voting in person not matter what. When I was a block from the early voting location, I could not believe what I was seeing. Though … Continue reading Hope
Longing
I remember sitting on a school bus in 1981 durning the time of year that was not winter, but it was not spring. My face was pressed against the window as I looked at the black slush that was once snow. The life of a high school freshman is hard; trying to be invisible helped. … Continue reading Longing
Grounded
I remember spending a lot of time as a child being stuck in my room because I was grounded for some infraction. After exhausting myself with futile resistance and rebellion, I would resort to reading books, picking up my room, playing or dreaming of racing my horse across the plains as we chase the bad … Continue reading Grounded
Wordless Wednesday
Living in Purpose
This brave huntress is Stella. She is somewhere between 14 & 16 and she fully understands her purpose. She has never questioned anyone as to what they thought her purpose is or should be nor has she wondered if she should try something else. THIS GIRL HUNTS. I used to be unsure of my purpose. … Continue reading Living in Purpose
